Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Take Rivers

Take lakes:
They simply lie there, sort of placid in the sun.
Take ponds:
They're simply places where ducklings have some fun.
Take oceans:
They are wild old things, and full of bang and crash.
Take streams:
They chuckle as they go, and make a little splash.
Take rivers........
Ah! The rivers are just something else again!
Carrying the water from the blessed summer rain,
Drifting between branches, first in light and then in shade,
Sometimes dancing merrily, and sometimes slow and staid.
Rivers flow just everywhere, in the country and the town;
They're sometimes crystal clear, like ice, and sometimes sludgy brown.
They twist and turn and beckon us to run along beside;
They show their gleaming pebbles, when, in times of drought, they've dried.
They team with fish and dragon-flies and reveal half-sunken logs;
They move to the music of singing birds and croaky-happy frogs.
Take rivers.........
No! I beg you! I command you! Leave them there!
Rivers are too beautiful.
Don't take them anywhere!
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PERFECT MATCH

I've never been one for Garden Gnomes,
Ones I've seen at other homes;
Painted frogs and fairy faces
Are fine when seen in other places,
But my little yard is unadorned
(Should you visit...... you have been warned!)
Pebbles? Yes, we do have those.
And flowers? We have a lovely rose
And annuals of many kinds.....
'Million Bells'....... such pretty finds.
But garden ornaments, on the whole,
Have never done much for my soul.
Until the side of our cedar-wood shed
Started looking dull and dead.
'It needs....something' .....I was pensive:
'Nothing too gaudy or offensive'.
And Rebecca found the very thing!
A lovely back-drop to gardening!
Quite subdued, but well designed;
Cedar-colour! What a find!
Not in the least like a painted gnome!
A lovely addition to our home.
Thanks, Becca!
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Born in England in 1931. Evacuated in World War 2. Trained as a teacher at Brighton Training College, Sussex. Taught in London. Moved to Zimbabwe. Seven years later worked on a mail ship. Married Malcolm in Capetown. Two children, Rebecca and Greg. Moved to Australia in 1974. After retirement worked for a publisher. Three grandsons, Blake, Harry and Max. Disabled by stroke in 2013. Now in wheelchair with husband as carer..